The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread I know the day will come; it’s inevitable Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread Recycled emotions are undesirable I know the day will come; it’s inevitable My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name Recycled emotions are undesirable There was once a time your face set my heart aflame My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name What happened to those days? You were my special man There was once a time your face set my heart aflame This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan What happened to those days? You were my special man Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread By Carolyn Devonshire For Paula Swanson’s “Pantoum” contest